This, to the core, is a farmers plight, His son is soon to be a man.
Amid inflation, and all unrest, educate him? how he can.
two slices of bread, and pulses; seem out of reach,
even it seems costly enough, to simply try and breathe..
Son is not worth having a job, asks for a Black stud bike,
Heart seems like it shall have an attack, facing such a hike.
Education has turned to diamonds, earnings turned to ash,
All assets burned down to earn, food worth of cash.
All that remains now, is the farmland grandpa gave,
Grave disease of Blood Pressure stuck, how to keep it safe.
World wept on my plight, so did I alone,
Bringing a son in this world, what wrong have I done.? ...
Sujeet Kumar Vishwakarma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farmers-plight-on-inflation-and-education-english-version/
